Post by BRYONY COLLINS on May 2, 2012 16:52:19 GMT -6
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| [STYLE=margin-top: 5px; float: right; width: 100px; font-size: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: #EEEEEE; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #7C7C7C, 1px 1px 0px #7C7C7C, -1px 0px 0px #7C7C7C, 0px 1px 0px #7C7C7C, -1px 1px 0px #7C7C7C, 0px -1px 0px #7C7C7C; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 20px;]WHAT AM I SUP-POSED TO DO?[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 112px; margin-right: -100px; border-right: 4px solid #161616; border-bottom: solid 4px #161616; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/2822hzq.png);] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-top: 220px; margin-right: -100px; width: 94px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-transform: lowercase;]█ tags. emmie/ helena. █ words. █ notes. sorry it sucks! here it is though!^^ █ kiwii at btn & ote! [/style] [STYLE=padding-right: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-right: 6px solid #161616; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 296px;]One. Two. Tap. One. Two. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The pencil repeatedly beated against the open pages of the notebook to its own silent beat that was sounding off in the brunettes head. The minor distraction wasn't so much because of this class being a bore, for it actually wasn't. Bryony herself was just... thinking. Going over whatever may pop up in her head as she listened to her teacher drone on about the class assignment, making sure to explain exactly what they were doing in detail that Bry herself personally didn't believe was necessary. And to top it all off; they were going to be paired up. Yay~. Oh, but Bry didn't give any hint of how she was less than thrilled about the "team" project on her face. The only hint that might have been given was the halt of the pencil's drumming, her ring finger hooking around near the erasers edge and flipping it swiftly from between her index and middle fingers of her right hand to in between her middle and ring. All the while her eyes shifting off of the teacher and in a sweep it wandered over the classroom, over each head that was seated in here. But even that little "hint" could be taken as anything, and not a dislike. It could be taken as simply a new focus, her focusing on the task at hand and not that of her train of thought. The teacher continued to speak, to call off the names of who was partnered with who, but Bry's attention had already left her, her own name having been called out already as well as her partners. She recognized the girls name, and soon enough recognized her face as her eyes fell on her. She didn't know the girl, September-Marie Umino, personally. Bry only knew her from this classroom. Only knew her face. She knew nothing on the girl except from what you could tell at a glance. But already Bry had started to develop an annoyance for her. It wasn't due to anything that she had done for again Bry did not know her, but from what Bry could only assume that she was going to do. And what did Bry assume? That this girl was going to be like almost every other partner Bry had had. A partner that wouldn't actually be a "partner". That would set her up with all the work then go off and talk on the phone, meet her boyfriend, chat with friends, whatever she wished to do. Not that Bry minded all to much. The grade received on the projects did normally end up better when the ditsy students she was partnered with did not attempt to help her in the slightest. The only reason she did mind was because the extra work left her with less time to do whatever she liked to and not school work. Though as usual, the look on Bry's face remained that of nothing, lax, if anything it was a bored one, watching as everyone was suddenly getting up out of their seats, shuffling about the classroom to leave. The bell had rung, the assignment having been given out at the last second. It was the end of the school day, but still Bry figured that she'd at least go and meet her partner. Figure out the situation and then get to working on the project if possible, alone or with her aid. So with a push out of her chair, standing up Bry slipped the pencil she had been playing with into a pocket on the binder, proceeding to gather it in a swift move of her hands and arms. Those arms now wrapped around her chest, the binder set in the middle, she headed over to the girls table. Her hello was a simple one, a flash of a smile that was friendly enough but was gone just as fast as it started. And with the greeting done, she then let the teen have the chance to speak. The silent girl keeping said silence as she waited for her to say or do anything.[/style] |
